Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.